I wanted to give an update about last night. No surprise but it was a super emotional and I am so exhausted today that I called out of work for the day. First I want to update that I was surprised to learn that WH has an IC. After our co-conference with mine, he researched and found an online IC, too. I can’t tell you how much that shocked me but also am glad he has someone to talk to now. He said it’s hard looking at himself through this new lens but it was necessary. He says no one could be more disappointed in himself than he is for what he did to me and who he became, except of course, me. He also doesn’t know how to approach me about any of this so is seeking help with that. He conveyed he wants to respect my boundaries about the separation and contact only on my schedule but also says he feels desperate to reach out to me all the time.
Turns out he also has been spending some time with the husband of a couple we have met since we have lived here and is talking with him about our situation. He hoped that was OK with me but said it has really been helping see things from my perspective. This guy, a very grounded older (than us) gentleman, had a first wife who cheated on him and left him. He was always pretty upfront about that, calling his current wife his “first real wife” and that the first one was a fake. I was surprised WH was spending time with him but he said he has been the only person he has reached out to and felt this man would tell it to him straight. They meet up a couple times a week for coffee or a beer and he says the guy definitely challenges him and his thinking. Friend has told him he got caught up in the “infidelity BS trap” by a predatory AP but she had nothing to do with this and he needed to forget her and deal with his own issues. So seems like he is getting info that sounds good to me. He said after the first few times they met up, the guy called him on his crap and told him he never wanted to hear one more word where he complained about AP. Apparently that’s what he was doing and so now he doesn’t. He now agrees and sees it is all on him. She wasn’t in his marriage, only we were. He let her in. He let it all happen. It is all on him. So I think he gets that. What he doesn’t know is why or how and he definitely doesn’t know what to do about me either, how to approach me, help me, be here for me or even to convey to me that he wants to be. He says I have closed myself off to him, he knows why I have, but he wishes we could talk and each other more often.
So that’s where we started. I told him I was glad for him he had that and that I was there to tell him a few things. I took the advice given here and prepared a mental list of the 3 core items I wanted to bring up so I could stick to my intent and pull things back on track should we wander from those topics. One of those items is really going to make you all cringe, but so be it and not it is done.
I handed him the iPad. I didn’t want it to have any more power over me. It sat on a shelf in my bungalow literally mocking me. So that had to stop. I also wanted him to know exactly how much I knew and that it was way worse than he could have ever imagined. And man did the floodgates open for him. I told him I didn’t want him to read through it now, in front of me, but he needed to see what I saw and if he was really now looking at things from my perspective and trying to truly be empathetic, when he read through it, if he was going to, then he should read it imagining he was me. He needed to feel it from my perspective. He openly cried and had a very hard time pulling himself together. He really thought AP sent something to me because he said she was getting pushy about them being together so he didn’t put it past her. He was literally shaking after the realization hit him on what he was going to read there. All his texts were backed-up to icloud so while he had deleted them from his phone, he knew what I had and it seems it was far worse than he imagined. After I left, he called me late last night just wanting to apologize over and over and we cried together. It was truly horrible but I’m glad it’s out and now I can release those nasty texts and work on letting it all go. They really had a horrible hold over me and I feel some relief letting him deal with it now.
I had to go to my mental list to bring the conversation back on track and told him to just deal with that later, on his own time. So I brought up deceased wife. I told him I have tip-toed, danced around, been overtly kind and caring about her for far too long. I told him I would always be very sad for them that she died so young but that I was done allowing her in my marriage, no matter where it went from here. He ring-fenced her off from me which gave her an unnatural importance to me, which could be my problem, but his refusal to ever talk about her has left me feeling horribly insecure about all of it. I told him if he couldn’t get over her, then he never should have remarried and left me alone. He had her on a pedestal and I wasn’t going to continue to respect that in my marriage. I was here, the person in real life with him now and if he couldn’t or wouldn’t see me as his real wife, then he did both of us a massive disservice and it wasn’t fair and horribly selfish. I told him he needed to figure that out in any possible future relationship because others might not be as kind and meek as I was about her. I felt bad speaking ill of the dead but I said it was impossible she could have been the saint he believes she was, no one is perfect and I’m certain she had flaws but at this point, based on the way he had handled the subject of her, I was pretty sure the sun shined out her ass and left glitter everywhere she went. I was tired of feeling like he worshipped her and worse that I wasn’t even in the same sphere of love and respect he had for her. I was done about the subject of her and there was never a time in our relationship where I made him feel “less than” my previous relationship, which ended amicably, by the way. Every now and then he would bring up the father of my daughter and kind of make a joke about him in order to make himself feel “better” or just more important to me. I told him I never once did that about any of his past relationships but I certainly also never made anyone feel more important than him and so long as I was married to, I would respect that.
His response? “I’m so sorry. If you felt this way, why didn’t you ever say anything? ” O.M.G. peeps! These WSes really do have their heads shoved so far up their backsides that can’t see reality can they? I reminded the many times I tried to gently ask a few questions and the way he would shut it down. I repeated the ways he would close the topic. “I’m not comfortable discussing this with you. It’s not an appropriate conversation for us. We shouldn’t discuss past relationships. It’s weird you want to discuss my past relationship.” And on and on. Wow. He didn’t deny all these things were said and all he could do was apologize and assure me I was every bit as an important person in his life and she was no more important to him than I was other than she was also the mother of his son. He said that yes, he loved her. They had a good and mostly happy marriage. He was devastated to lose her but their marriage was not a fairy tale and it never meant more to him than our own, other than the fact he also had to deal with a son losing his mother and that was his focus. He believes he probably placed her in a protective status for his son’s sake. He wanted his son to always know what a wonderful person she was, how much she loved him, how sad she was to leave him at such a young and impressionable age and how hard it was to deal with that. He said it was probably easier to see her as the perfect mom and person for that reason and to live it full time was the best way to keep that image up. Never talk bad about her. Keep her memory alive for his son’s sake. In that regard, she took on a “larger than life or what might be considered healthy” in his life. He was sorry I was made to feel inferior but he sees how his responses to me would make me feel that way and, yes, of course, he was very sorry and it was never intended.
At that point, I had to take a step back. I never looked at it from the point of a view as a father, losing his son’s mother and what that meant to his child, and I have to admit, it made me feel thoughtless and small. How if it were me, I would want to make sure my child had nothing but fond and loving memories of a parent lost too soon. And then I understood it a little better. It was enlightening. It didn’t completely alleviate him of the way it made me feel but it started to make more sense. As a parent, I get it. I cried and told him that for the last time, I was going to tell him I am sorry he lost her but I mattered and I deserved to feel loved, protected and prioritized in MY marriage and feeling second place to a dead woman was no longer acceptable or fair to me. If he couldn’t do that, our marriage died when she died as there was never any hope for a healthy future marriage for him. The mystery of his first wife was ending right then and there. Her legacy would never again make me feel “less than.”
And lastly, I had to ask, “Why her?” What was it about her? I was so different from her and no matter what I did to change myself physically, I could never, nor would I want to, be her. If that is who or what he wanted, why chose me so many years ago? Why deny yourself what you really want? And he fell all over himself to try to convince she was nothing to him, it wasn’t her, it was him. He was trying to figure that out but now, in hindsight, she is nothing. She can’t hold a candle to me. She is shallow, mean-spirited and he’s even worse for allowing things to happen with her but he’s sorry. He can’t undo it but he wants to make it better and be better. I told him I am so bruised and battered, so impacted in so many ways from his actions that I can’t see how this ends, gets better, can be fixed or anything. I told him I loved what we were building together and thought he did, too, but he pissed all over it and now it’s all ruined. I told him I was blown away that he could be this person. That I hoped he could figure out how he could treat me the way he did and that if he indeed planned to read those messages again, with this new lens, he should prepare himself. He might not survive it, if I really mattered to him. I told him he should know that I had full copies of every text they sent to each other and even if he deleted everything, it will always be there, hanging over our relationship and marriage. They would NEVER go away. And he did that. All of it. Then I asked that had it been me and the roles were reversed, what would he do. He told he didn’t want to answer because he knows he'd leave me for being that person but he didn’t want to influence me because he didn’t want me to leave him. But he would walk away and never look back under the same circumstances.
He ended by reiterating he was disgusted by his behaviour, by her, by all of it. He was in awe of me, my strength, my handling of all of this. He was sorry for the physical impact it has had on me and even if I saw myself as inadequate, less than anyone, I was wrong. Dead wrong. He was an idiot for making me feel that way but he sees now that his actions and reactions did do that and he was sorry. He said he probably enjoyed having that “hold” over me. It was some kind of “insurance” that he had the upper-hand and it meant he had some control. But deep down he probably really thought I had the control in our relationship and that scared him.
He loved me, all of me and he missed me and wanted us back together. I was and am his idea woman. I woman who gave her all to her relationship, a beautiful woman inside and out and he was again sorry he didn’t make me feel cherished and loved and that he had failed me miserably. At this point, he’d take whatever I would offer, even if it was just to be friends, but he wanted me in his life.
You can imagine, a ton of tears and just an exhausting discussion. Weirdly we ended by discussing the house and the progress and getting it sold. How we saw a long future in this house for us and how very different it turned out for us. At the end of the night, he said he couldn’t hold it in any longer but wanted to know if I saw any future for us as a couple. I was honest and said I had no idea but for now, I was staying where I was until the answer became clearer. That maybe we could talk more about that later but not today.
I told him I was exhausted and was leaving. He asked if he could come with me and I said no. And then I left.
And now I’m here. Bruised. Battered. Tear-stained cheeks, messy hair and still in pjs. And alone.
Pitiful.